Chapter 17
"To our new brothers."
"Brothers!"
Aizen's hall filled with the sound of a thousand cups kissing each other's rim in delight, each of them spilling their precious content of liquid amnesia onto the laps of their owner. Yet, the sound that is so synonymous with cheering and celebration was followed only with a heavy silence.
"It wasn't a good idea after all." Tousen muttered under his breath, his feet tapping nervously. He hated awkward moments like this.
"Wait." Aizen replied coolly.
He leaned onto his hand with a satisfied smirk on his face. Before him sat all of the inhabitants of Las Noches, Hollows and non-Hollows alike. They all sat forming two pararell line down his throne, each of them supplied with a tray filled with food and alcohol.
The newly welcomed shinigami sipped their alcohol silently, unsure whether to mingle or adopt an isolationist stance. The espada ignored their nervous guests with a cool indifrence and stayed silent. The rest of the arrancar stared at their cups with animal like curiosity. At first, the arrancars were suspicious of the liquids sloshing in their cups, but as the more experienced espadas began to drown their sake, so did the lower ranked arrancars. As Aizen expected, the silence were replaced with murmurs, which eventually turned into a rowdy mess of alcohol and banality.
The shinigamis who kept to themselves began to mix and mingle with the arrancar. At first, their exchange was civil and polite, but after a few cups of sake, people such as Ikkaku, Hisagi, and Kira were leaning against similarly inebriated arrancars and began to bond. Their conversation started with a compliment such as 'nice mask', and as the night progressed it escalated into a slurred clichés such as 'I love you man.'
As Aizen expected, his plan worked.
After he gave Tousen a victorious grin, Aizen turned his attention to his pet project, Ichigo. Amidst the loud screaming and progressively violent celebrations, the boy sat a like a little demure bride. Sitting a little way behind the drinking crowd, Ichigo shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes looking around for, what Aizen guessed, either Stark or Grimmjow. Without the two, Ichigo seemed uneasy and unhinged. Well, the last bit could be caused by the lewd performance by Nnoitra to a busty red headed arrancar.
With a sigh, he excused himself from Tousen and crept behind the nervous boy. Taking advantage of the distracted boy, Aizen leaned down and whispered gently into Ichigo's ear.
"Drink Ichigo. We're celebrating for you." Ichigo jumped, expecting a knife held against his throat.
Instead, he found a smiling Aizen offering him s cup of sake. He sullenly turned away from the man and crossed his arm. The bastard had his hair back to its messy state. He even had the gall to wear his usual black rimmed glasses. Ichigo was not an idiot. He know that Aizen wore them so that Ukitake, Kira, and all the other shinigami would trust him more. Fucking Aizen, always had something up his sleeve.
"No thanks. I'm still underage." Ichigo said curtly, nibbling on a piece of cucumber from his tray.
"C'mon Ichigo! Live a little!" Hisagi shouted from down the line, his face flushed red from the alcohol. An arrancar had his arm looped along his neck, slurring incoherent proclamations of love.
Ichigo sighed and shook his head. Even if sake is the elixir of immortality, he would never drink at these kinds of event. To Ichigo, drinking to someone's name doesn't garner them a long life or wealth. It's usually the opposite. Only people of power is toasted to, and people of power usually die.
As Ichigo fidget and shifted uncomfortably, Aizen leaned against a pillar and watch. The boy had good reason to be uneasy. He's surrounded by numerous arrancars, who only a month ago was his enemy. His only friends, Strarrk and Grimmjow, were absent from the celebration. On his left, the bloodthirsty captain of the 11th division was drinking like a fish, and on his right Nnoitra was molesting a large breasted arrancar. It seemed like everyone was busy with the celebrations and Ichigo was left all alone.
'Ah, he's lonely.' Aizen smiled quietly, happy that he had the boy all figured out. With some mumbled out excuses, the man wedged himself between Ichigo and his quinto espada and sat down.
"You're not celebrating." Aizen said, a small teasing smile playing on his lips.
Ichigo scooted over to broke the contact between him and the man. "I don't like to celebrate when the atmosphere is this…" he waved his wrist around. "-fake."
"Fake?" Aizen laughed in disbelief. "Look at your shinigami and my Exequias." He pointed to Hisagi. "They're all happy and drunk. Nothing fake can come from a inebriated man. You know that little shinigami." As much as he would hate to admit, Ichigo saw that every man was indeed either drunk or on the verge of falling into drunkenness. Even Ukitake had acquired a humorous pink tint to his cheeks.
Despite the man's explanation, Ichigo was still not satisfied. "It's not your Exequias that I'm worried about. It's them." He mumbled, jerking his head to the direction of the espada.
Aizen looked over his espada's, frowning as he scanned over their faces. The eternal frown in Ulquiorra's face seemed to be turning itself upside down. Barragan was grumbling to Zommari, and the two heads inside Aaroniero complained to each other about not being able to drink sake. The rest of his espada were either deep in thought or taking to each other quietly. Other than being a little bit elitist, Aizen saw nothing suspicious among his espada.
"Ichigo," He sighed. "They might not be as friendly as Strarrk and Grimmjow, but they're loyal and true." Aizen said sternly, trying dispel Ichigo's paranoia.
Ichigo narrowed his eyes and turned away, leaning onto his elbows and staring out into the distance. Fucking Aizen.
"Speaking of which," Aizen looked around. "Where are those two puppies of yours?" he raised his eyebrows playfully.
"Puppies.. oh." Ichigo scowled, understanding what Aizen meant.. "Dunno." He mumbled, turning away from him.
Aizen laughed and sipped his sake, holding his empty cup out for Ichigo to fill. "It's cruel you know."
"What?" Ichigo snapped at him, completely ignoring Aizen's cup.
"It's cruel to lead them on." Aizen smiled, his lips bearing a small hint of cruelty. "You should take one for yourself and be done with it."
"They're my friends." Ichigo said sharply at the man. "Don't you dare say that they might be… might be…"
"Let's run away together."Grimmjow said passionately.
"These lips," Stark whispered against them . "They're mine."
"Oh fuck." Ichigo groaned into his palm. Aizen chuckled and drank some more in victory. He liked being right.
Ichigo massaged his forehead. He thought that Hueco Mundo would be the end of his decision making problem. Being a lackey should be a simple job, but the added stress of Grimmjow and Strarrk has really irritated him. Why can't they simply bottled up their feelings and ignore it for the rest of their lives? Don't they value their friendship with him?
Strarrk would probably say something like, "But I love you Ichigo." With his earnest voice, accompanied with a sincere look of adoration.
But Grimmjow would avoid his eyes and mumbled something like, "Ch'.. Like I could stand seeing you with somebody else." And then kicked the ground and take off.
"Oh I'm fucked." Ichigo whined.
Aizen chuckled. The display of desperation put up by Ichigo seemed to be more amusing than the group of arrancar singing on top of their trays.
"Oh, I'm happy that my problems amuses you." Ichigo snapped at a still laughing Aizen. The ruler of Las Noches did nothing to quell his laugher.
Irritated, Ichigo began cursing under his breath. "Fucking Aizen. Laughing at people's problems. King of the hollows? Fucking King of the douch-"
"You know, I have a solution for your problem." Aizen cuts Ichigo's in the middle of his rambling. As entertaining as Ichigo's thoughts are, he would prefer it if he was not referred to as 'King of the Duchebags' in front of his subordinate.
Seeing that he had the boy's attention, the man smiled and lean down, his hand touching Ichigo's lower back intimately. In an understated manner, he lifted his hand and cupped Ichigo's ear.
"You could always be my consort." Aizen whispered, blowing softly against the shell of Ichigo's ear.
Ichigo sat up and looked at Aizen in confusion. Consort isn't that..?
When the look of realization began to appear at his face, Aizen already had his arms wrapped around Ichigo. "What do you say?" he asked, turning Ichigo's chin towards him. Petrified at face of the question, Ichigo stared at Aizen's friendly brown eyes.
"Hands off." Kenpachi's deep voice reverberated between the two. Aizen snapped turned to look at him and narrowed his eyes. Kenpachi met Aizen's brown eyes with his own deadly golden orbs, staring down at him as he pulled Ichigo out of Aizen's arms.
Aizen frowned at the picture of Ichigo tucked away under Kenpachi's haori. "I was only giving him a friendly hug." Aizen chuckled, taking his time to get up and leave. Ichigo gritted his teeth and turned to Kenpachi's chest, blocking out Aizen's laugher from his ears.
"Thanks." Ichigo mumbled to Kenpachi, pulling the man's arm tighter around him. 'Better side with the lion to avoid the wolf.' He thought.
"Hn." The man grunted. Though he showed no outward sign of happiness, Ichigo knew that Kenpachi was pleased. Kenpachi stopped staring at his boy and went back to his fukutaichou, who had begun to hit her Ken-chan for not paying attention to her.
Ichigo glowered from underneath Kenpachi's arm, flashing Nnoitra the finger when the Quinto espada pointed at him and made a series of air humps and moans. "Ha-ha. I get it, you think I'm Kenpachi's bitch. Fuck you grasshopper." Ichigo snapped and threw a sake cup at the espada.. Kenpachi chuckled in amusement and pulled Ichigo closer. He loved it when his pup swore.
Ichigo felt the tightening of Kenpachi's arm around his shoulders and blushed. Fucking Aizen, making him cower back to Kenpachi. He quietly nibbled on Kenpachi's food and leaned closer to the man. At least Kenpachi is fucking reasonable, not like some blue haired arrancar that he knew.
Ichigo dropped his hand and sigh at the thought of the espada. He pushed his head up from under Kenpachi's arm, looking around for some sign from Grimmjow. When he saw none, Ichigo gave a small harrumph and settled back into Kenpachi's arm.
"What are you looking for?" Kenpachi asked, eyeing his boy warily.
"Nothing." Ichigo mumbled, eager to put the blue haired espada out of his mind.
(flashback)
"Don't be ridiculous."
Grimmjow gave a frustrated growl and grabbed Ichigo's hand. "I'm serious. Let's leave all these crap behind! Who the fuck cares about saving the world? We're all going to die anyway. Better make the best of our lives right?"
"Grimmjow..."
"No, listen!" He grabbed Ichigo's shoulder and pulled him close. "I have a plan!"
Ichigo smiled sadly. "Aizen will hunt us down. "he replied with a quiet voice.
"Then we'll kill him!"
"We both know that we can't kill Aizen. He's going kill the King."
"Then we'll kill the King!"
"It's impossible to do it without Aizen."Ichigo stifled a chuckled, quickly looking away to avoid Grimmjow's furious glare.
"I... you..." Grimmjow growled and smashed a nearby trashcan. "A warrior should not have any master!" He roared into the night, but only cicadas replied his passionate shout.
"Oh? Then what are you doing right now? Running Aizen's errands?" Ichigo shot back, unable to stop himself.
"That's different. I wanted to be here." Grimmjow said curtly.
"Yeah. Right." Ichigo scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Grimmjow snarled at the boy and lashed out. "Why are you being so damn difficult!" He roared at Ichigo and strode ahead, leaving Ichigo behind.
How dare that brat insinuate that Grimmjow was subservient to Aizen. Grimmjow is a slave for no one. He lets himself work for that damn lunatic. Without him, Aizen wouldn't even have a rebellion. Without him, the number is the espada's body would be useless. Without him…
After a minute or so, Grimmjow halted to a stop, chiding himself for his childishness.. He was going to convince Ichigo to run away with him, not leave the boy all together. Yet, before he could fully explain himself to the boy, his notorious temper flew. With an embarrassed sigh, Grimmjow began to jog back. On his way, he stopped as Ichigo met him halfway with an apologetic look in his eyes.
"Sorry. That was uncalled for." Ichigo mumbled, avoiding his eyes.
"Forget it." The arrancar grunted, tying his hardest not to explode in anger. "There are more important things to talk about."
With a bemused expression on his face, Ichigo crossed his arms and leaned against a telephone pole. "Okay then. So we run away. I get hungry. Oops, we have no money. What do we do? Sell our bodies to perverted men in public toilets?" he asked skeptically.
"No." The espada growled."I would never let you do such a thing."
Ichigo flinched at Grimmjow's tone, surprised in the intensity revealed those wimple words. The arrancar looked away in embarrassment. Stark made those passionate professions of love and he made them looked easy. Look at him, blushing at words that Maybe talking is not his thing. Grimmjow quickly coughed and change the subject.
"Besides, you got your sword and I got mine. We'll get our bread that way." He mumbled under his breath, still refusing to meet Ichigo's eyes.
Ichigo stared at the man and laughed out loud. "You don't even eat human food!" he said, hysterically laughing at the poor espada.
"I can try." Grimmjow scowled, his face getting redder.
"Oh Grimmjow," Ichigo shook his head
"Just say the word and I'll go with you."
"Anywhere?"
"Anywhere."
"Even to Russia?"
"Fuck no. Russia's cold."
Ichigo laughed at Grimmjow's serious response. "Oh? Then where should we go then?"
"Someplace warm. With lots of rainforest. Maybe Argentina. Or Africa! Oh fuck Argentina, let go to Africa and kill warlords!"
"Uh, sure. Warlords."
"And tigers."
"Right. Because there are tigers in Africa."
"There aren't?"
The two stared at each other, trying not to burst out in laughter.
"You've really thought this through, huh?"
"Fuck you."
And with that they both exploded into laugher, each laughing at the ridiculousness of their conversation.
"I don't think I'll ever survive Hueco Mundo without you." Ichigo said tiredly.
"Heh." Grimmjow scoffed. "You'll live. You're strong like that."
Ichigo smiled and bumped against Grimmjow. "Thanks. You're not half bad either."
Grimmjow laughed. "Please. I can kick your ass so hard-"
"Oh, you wanna try?"
The two tackled each other to the ground, trying to pin the other into submission. Grimmjow, inflamed by Ichigo's scent, lunged forward and pushed the boy into the ground. "Mmmsmellgoodmnnn." He mumbled..
Ichigo laughed but allowed the man to lay on top of him. the solid weight of Grimmjow's body comforted him. It reminded him that though he left a part of his identity behind, he is still not alone.
"Thanks Grimm." Ichigo said, staring past Grimmjow shoulders and into the night's starry sky.
Grimmjow sat up and saw that face again, that lonely brooding face. He sighed and leaned down, wrapping his arms around his Ichigo and purred, "You're welcome."
They lay on the middle of the sidewalk together, two grown men tangled in each other limbs, each of them simply trying to exist. They both know that being alone is worse than being dead. Ichigo needed a cause to fight for. And Grimmjow needed... he needed... Just what does he need?
He used to need power, vast unlimited power. He needed to know that he is the alpha male. Grimmjow looked up and to Ichigo and his heart twisted upon itself. Now he could really care less about something as trivial as power. As long as Ichigo is with him, Grimmjow wouldn't have anything to complain for.
However, his newfound attachment to Ichigo had brought up a new set of problems. It really isn't fair how in this modern world, someone like Kurosaki can still be bound to a master. Ichigo is strong, young, and charismatic beyond belief. The thought of Aizen commanding over someone like that bristled his fur. He thought about Inoue, about Aizen, and about Ichigo's stupid sense of justice. If only he would stayed human, he wouldn't have to sneak into his own house only to say good bye to his sleeping family. Kids like Ichigo should only worry about school, girlfriends, and going to college. He shouldn't be risking his life fighting for some whack job of a King or for the equally crazy Aizen. Grimmjow couldn't bear the sheer injustice of it.
"You're angry again." Ichigo rolled off Grimmjow and poked his cheek playfully. "Come on, tell me what's wrong."
Grimmjow sat up and gritted his teeth. "You deserve more than just being Aizen's lackey. "he mumbled quietly.
"Oh god," Ichigo sighed. "I thought we're done with this."
"We're not!" Grimmjow lashed out again. "Tell me why you wanted to stay with Aizen so bad? How can you stand submitting yourself to someone weaker than you!"
"Grimmjow," Ichigo walked over to the fuming man and stood with his arms crossed over his chest. "I've made a vow to Aizen, and I'm going to honor that vow. Besides, we both know that Aizen is stronger than me." Ichigo mumbled unhappily.
"He is not."
"He is."
"If you would just listen-"
"Just open the Garganta." Ichigo snapped.
Grimmjow fell silent. The two stared at each other with a deadly glare. For a while, none of them uttered a single word.
"Fine." Grimmjow finally growled, rolling off the boy and walking off angrily.
"Fine!"Ichigo spat out, turning away from Grimmjow, glaring far off into the distance.
Honoring a vow. Keeping a promise. Why are those things so important for humans? Because of the honor of a vow Ichigo had to submit himself to Aizen. Because honor Ichigo had to kiss his future goodbye.
"Come on. Stop spacing out."
Grimmjow looked up, Ichigo's hand outstretched towards him. "We're gonna be late." The boy grumbled, jerking his head towards the Garganta.
In the space of time needed for him to look up and reach out for Ichigo's hand, his pride and anger just. Disappear.
And within the second he need to walk into the Garganta Grimmjow knew that like Ichigo, he would too honor his vow.
Zommari is a patient man. As a hollow, he was patient enough to bid his time to become an adjuchas. As an espada, he was patient enough to wait for the change that Aizen promised to bring. But as time pass, his patience ran out. When the change Aizen promised was still out of their grasp, Zommari formed an alliance with the other espada to overthrow their lord and master.
Now his patience is being tested once again. He now must wait for the right time to strike, to cut Aizen's head and assume control. And while he wait, it would be prudent for him to look for more allies. The problem now is that the only espada left to ask is rutting against a whore like an animal.
Despite his patience, Zommari hated being made to wait.
The dark skinned espada strode into the chambers, ignoring the sound, scent, and taste of sex that assaulted his senses. He stepped over the pile of bodies strewn across the floor, his calm eyes showing none of his disgust. When he reached the silhouete of a violently fucking Nnoitra, Zommari reached out and grabbed the man's bony shoulders.
"What." Nnoitra gasped, his violent movement showing no signs of stopping.
"Barragan asked for your answer." Zommari said, his eyes locked with the terrified eyes of the red headed arrancar.
"Tell him to fuck. Off." Nnoitra moaned, his body shuddering into a stop as he unloaded inside the girl.
Zommari still has his eyes locked with the red haired arrancar, her blue eyes turning translucent from her tears, her mangled lips mouthing the word help over and over again. "It's a simple yes or no. Are you with us, or are you with Aizen." Zommari insisted.
"Yeah well, tell him I'm on a date, and I'm just getting started." He leered down to him victim. The young girl screamed and shook her head frantically. Clumsily, she crawled out of the bed, kicking and screaming when Nnoitra dragged her back by her ankle. "Not the right time to be making some big decision here." He winked at Zommari, slapping the arrancars flailing limbs away.
Before he could molest his victim a second time, a large hand pulled him back and threw him back to the bed. Nnoitra groaned as he watched his prey scampered to the dark corners of his lair. "Fuck!" he kicked his sheets away. "Look, I'm happy okay. I get to fuck, kill, and sleep all I want. So run along and tell Barragan Nnoitra said 'FUCK YOU!" He screamed, laughing when Zommari flinched back in disgust..
Zommari face darken with anger, the curves of his faces tightening into a fearsome expression. "You think this illusion of freedom that Aizen give you is real?" he thundered, jerking Nnoitra's hand. "Do you?"
Nnoitra scoffed and pulled his hand free. For once, the smart mouthed espada had nothing to say.
"Come, if you want to be truly free." Zommari said, turning away to exit the dank stinking chambers. It had seemed that the corpses laying around had begun to attract flies.
Nnoitra sat. Out of the corner, he could hear the faint whimpering of his latest conquest. "Ah, well." He said softly, turning to the source of the voice. "Come here pet. Nnoitra want to give you something." He cooed and stalked his prey into the shadows. He have no time for a secret club meeting, much less for a coup de tat. He has his own shit to deal with.
LINLINE
Barragan sat on his throne like an archaic old statue, large, majestic, and silent. When Zommari come in he did not look up. His eyes were focused on his sword, the sword that will win him back Hueco Mundo. The sword that will kill Aizen.
"Who will stand with me?" he asked gravely, his voice sounding as old as time itself.
Zommari bowed to his master and kneeled at his feet, taking Barragan's hand and putting onto his head. A loud screech and a groan of pain was heard. Barragan was taking Zommari's memory forcibly out of him.
"Stark and Grimmjow are obsessed with Kurosaki Ichigo. Szayel Apporo seemed to only want to serve the owner of that boy. And Nnoitra...?"
Zommari bowed his head in silence.
"I see."
Barragan leaned back, sighing in satisfaction. Even without Stark, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, or Nnoitra they still has the upper hand. Sneaky snakes like Apporo will not choose sides in this games, and instead will watch and side with the victor.
"It would be… beneficial if we include the boy in our side." Zommari suggested quietly.
"No." Barragan protested sharply."I will not have some aberration in my army." He sneered in disgust, remembering Aizen's explanation of the three souls combining inside the boy. "Hueco Mundo is for Hollows, and nothing else." He said with a finality in his voice.
Zommari nodded in obedience. He could really care less about Barragan's ideals of 'Hueco Mundo for Hollows', but he will accept his orders without question. Besides, he's confident that they will crush Aizen without wonder boy's help.
When Zommari turn to leave, he caught the uneasy expression on Barragan's scarred face. "Everyone is loyal to you, even the Exequias." He said, hoping to reassure the old arrancar.
"I know." Barragan replied, suddenly sounding very old and tired.
"Then rest easy knowing that victory is already in your hand." Zommari said. "The King said so."
When the celebration ends, everyone seemed to have snacked back into their own quarters, or had slept on the great halls with the rest of the drunkard. Happy to leave the mess, Ichigo and Kenpachi set off to an adventure to find their room. Kenpachi's sense of direction, coupled with Ichigo's distracted mind, they managed to lost themselves in an abandoned section of Las Noches. After one hour of wandering, the quality of their conversation dropped dramatically.
"Soooo...How does it feel to be a traitor?" Ichigo asked the sullen shinigami.
"Hn."
"Yeah me too."
"Hn."
"But just cuz we're in the same side doesn't mean that we shouldn't fight, right?"
"Hn."
"Cuz, I really want to spar sometimes. I know you're a little bit crazy, but I wanna get stronger."
"Hn"
"So should we decided on a time or place? Is the day after tomorrow good?"
"Pup." Kenpachi growled. "You're rambling."
Ichigo stopped midsentence and turned away in embarrassment. "Am not." He mumbled.
Kenpachi sighed and ruffled Ichigo's hair. "Tell me what's wrong."
Ichigo unconsciously leaned into the hand, relishing in the simple contact. "It's nothing." He denied.
Kenpachi frowned, unhappy that his pup is hiding things from him. "Tell. Me." He growled.
Ichigo glowered at the man but complied, finding himself unable to resist Kenpachi's strong voice. "It's just Stark and Grimmjow." He uttered those names guiltily.
"What about them?" Kenpachi asked, leaning against the wall, towering himself over Ichigo formidably.
"I... I think I've hurt their feeling."
"...You're an idiot." Kenpachi ruffled his boy's hair. "Just ignore them."
"Wha.. hey!" Ichigo protested, pulling on Kenpachi's robes like a child. Irritated, the older shinigami growled and flicked his fingers against the boy's forehead, leaving a red smoking dot on Ichigo's skin. He ignored Ichigo's pained cries and continued walking.
"Well sorry for being concerned about my friends okay!" Ichigo shouted defensively. "And you're the one to give relationship advice, Mr. I'll-kill-everyone-who's-strong-enough."
Kenpachi stopped his stride and turned to face Ichigo, his pupils narrowing into cruel small slits. With strong fasts stride, he walked briskly up to Ichigo and grabbed his neck.
"Listen." He said menacingly. Ichigo froze, waiting for the hand around his neck to tighten and crush his windpipe into dust. Instead, he found Kenpachi looking down at him with the kindest eyes he had ever seen on the man.
"Those two, they're warriors. They've gone through battles and bathed in blood. Do you really think words could really hurt them?"
"Well-"
"Do you?"
Ichigo feel silent, his gaze dropped to the floor as he avoided Kenpachi's eyes. "Maybe..." he mumbled
"Then they're pussies, and they should take their sword and cut their balls off." Kenpachi replied with finality.
At first Ichigo looked at the man like he was insane. Then, he remembered that he was talking to Kenpachi and laughed. Ichigo laughed for what it seemed like hours, until tears began pooling on the corner of his eyes. Kenpachi sighed and ran his hand through his hair, praying to whatever god watching them that his boy is not insane.
"You're right." Ichigo chuckled out, wiping the tears from his eyes. "They should cut their balls off." He said, laughing at the absurdity of his words.
Kenpachi chuckled and pulled the boy alongside him, continuing his walk back to their room. Ichigo swayed along his side, giggling every now and then.
"Thanks for the advice." Ichigo said.
"Hn."
"I must be getting soft here in Las Noches."
"Hn."
"We should really spar tomorrow. You know, to hardened me up again. What do you say?"
Instead of his usual 'Hn.' Kenpachi grinned down at the boy."How about now." He said, nodding at the orange flames blooming from the main building of Las Noches. "It looks like we have company." He grinned, his eyes coming alive with the thought of a new challenge. "Lets go Ichigo."
A/N: ahhh finally! a new chapter!
Two news!
One! I doodled a picture of the King! Links in my profile!
Two! Clean Uniforms is going french! The lovely Hesymi has undertook the arduous task of translating this fic into french. If you speak the language of love check the fic out!
ok, Im going to study for my exams now. New chapter next week!